| 17 jul 2001 sigh.� i was taking a nice nap in my cube when a sudden snorting snore came out of my nose.� i woke myself up.� whoops.� then i saw that amms was IM'ing me, so i woke myself up and started chatting. damn.� so what do i want to say today?� it's like 3pm, and i haven't written yet.� don't really feel like it, but.... ah well. i'm wearing my superman t-shirt.� hopefully i'll head down to the lab when it's empty, and i'll have rahul snap a pic of me next to my chip.� neat-o.� so yesterday, while i was chatting with both eric and amms, suddenly chi-kai runs up, and says "WE PASSED SOME CELLS!" ha.� just the opposite feeling of passing a gallstone, i bet.� we all rushed into the lab, and all felt excited about breaking through a milestone.� of course, the chip and the board were just sitting there... it's funny how such inanimate objects actually do _something_ that can make or break a company... chips are weird that way. i was really happy.� people were congratulating me, because they knew i had the hardest (read: most likely to have a bug) block in both the new chips.� my boss gave me a pat on the shoulder, which felt really good.� i was generally in a good mood all of yesterday... in fact, i was so excited that i went out into the loading dock... and i threw up. yup.� too much agitation (either good or bad) and i yack.� i'm really odd that way. but today... in this superman t-shirt... i feel like shit.� my chest hurts so badly that my basketball outing was a disaster.� i couldn't shoot worth shit, and i couldn't defend.� basically, if i raise my right arm, i'm in pain.� so it was pathetic.� my coworkers were laughing at me.� yeah, i know they weren't laughing evilly, but still... i felt like a dumbass out there. so yesterday, on the 13th chat with me and amms, i finally decided to tell her that i wanted her to be more proactive in offering information.� the way i put it was that she was mainly being "responsive," meaning that she only responds to what i say, instead of putting stuff out there to begin with.� i do understand that she's usually doing actual work while chatting, unlike me, so she can't really divert all her attention to me.� but basically, i decided that in every AIM we have, i'm gonna ask her to "say anything."� just put something out there. yup. my e-mailing life has kind of suffered ever since i started this journal.� because i horde all my cool thoughts for these entries.� my e-mails used to be long and random, filled with all sorts of comments and statements and feelings; basically, they used to resemble small doses of my current journal entries.� but since i feel sheepish if i write to a reader all this stuff, only to regurgitate it again in an entry, i just abstain from revealing too much in my e-mails now. so.� the gist is that my personal communication is suffering, and in place, i've put more effort into this "mass communication" that is my journal.� I'VE SOLD OUT!� i've neglected the common man and sacrificed him for the more commercial outlet! sigh. oh.� i got my new ATM card today.� my last one broke right at the stripe, so it was impossible for me to get money.� so i activated it and stuff, and i excitedly went to safeway to buy some badly-needed stamps.� but DAMN.� my PIN didn't work.� where the fuck is my pin?� did they come up with a new one?� fuckers.� now i have to go to the bank tomorrow and figure out what happened.� i STILL need stamps, too.� i got bills to pay! the sad thing about my card: my old card says i've been a customer since 1992.� which makes me proud, because it reminds me of the fact that i got my wells fargo card when i first went to stanford... it's basically a sentimental reminder of my college days; one of the first things i did when i stepped on campus was get my bank account.� *swoon*� but this new ATM card... it says "customer since 2001"� SHIT.� i just lost all my history in the bay area!� i went from being a nearly-10-year vet of the place to being a fucking newbie!� WAAAAHH. history is important to me. oh.� i tried the jell-o shots.� i was happy yesterday (remember?) so i pranced off to albertson's and picked up a 1500 of cuervo gold, three boxes of lime jell-o, and i went to safeway and got 360 baby cups.� and i made one test batch of jell-o shots.� one large box apparently makes about 20 shots.� it should be 32 shots, but 1-oz shots are way too small. fuck.� that tequila stunk up the place.� i put the shots in the fridge to set, and later that night, whenever we opened the fridge, this cloud of tequila would just rush out, making me and jay nauseated.� yuck. yeah.� so this morning, i tried one.� kinda stupid, since i was heading out to work, but i figured, half a shot of tequila wouldn't do anything bad to me.� sigh.� it wasn't SMASHING like i had hoped they would be.� they only slightly tasted like margaritas, and the tequila was kinda strong.� hm.� well, i guess that's the reason why i'm doing it now, so i can experiment. my next idea is to add some ginger ale to make little bubbles in the jell-o, and also to sweeten it a little bit.� maybe i'll do a test run of that stuff tonight. when i checked out at albertsons, i basically had jell-o and a big bottle of tequila.� the cashier was like, "ah.� jell-o shots, right?"� he then suggested buying a watermelon and dumping a whole bottle of tequila in it.� hm.� all these ways to basically ingest alcohol and not taste it... to make it enjoyable.� i say, just do the damn shot, take it like a man, and get hammered. well.� fuck.� it's only tuesday.� sigh. wow.� it's 4 o-clock now.� i'm hungry.� poor webvan.� no more snacks trucked in.� it really is a shame.� as a joke, i bought 100 shares of webvan when it fell to $10.� it was a sympathy stock purchase for humor my friend alan.� but woah shit.� that's $1K wasted.� i'm such a dumbass. ok.� this one is a little short, but i'm calling it a day.� hopefully i'll have better stuff tomorrow. |